Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"professor."

Hoffa sat up, feeling a little nervous.

Does he know whether the last time he entered the forbidden forest was considered a violation of discipline. If this is considered a violation of discipline, follow the rules set by Armando Dipe. He would be directly broken off his wand and kicked out of the school. But Dumbledore could not decide his fate, it was Goshak who could decide his fate.

"Except for Rutlov, the other two dark wizards were all caught by me."

Dumbledore said indifferently: "It's just that one of them was seriously injured by Joey, and the other had his vocal cord cut off. Up to now, they haven't said a word."

Hoffa's heart stopped beating.

Although he was a dark wizard who had cut with a Transfiguration Curse, he thought that with Dumbledore's character, he probably wouldn't appreciate him.

But Dumbledore did not delve into this issue. He said: "The Dark Wizard has no way to enter the Forbidden Forest. This school is shrouded by powerful protection and interference curses. They can't enter without special help. I I suspect that there is a dark wizard in the school. What is your opinion?"

Internal response.

Hoffa looked a little confused. Why did Dumbledore come to ask himself, he is only a first-year student, does he think he knows any information?

he does not know.

Hoffa shook his head and said nothing.

Dumbledore sighed slightly, as if disappointed.

He added: "Principal Dippet and Vice-Principal Gorsak are now in Germany, and maybe they will be back next week. At that time, I'm afraid that Joey will be punished."

"Why!?" Hoffa straightened up from the bed. "He saved us."

"He put two junior students in a dangerous situation. This matter is beyond the duty of a faculty member. He may be expelled for it." Dumbledore said blankly.

"He didn't know that there was a dark wizard in the Forbidden Forest. He just wanted to know the meaning of the words left by the horsemen. You can't judge whether the cause is right or wrong by the result."

When he finished speaking, Hoffa was shocked himself. He didn't think why his attitude was so fierce, he hadn't been like this before.

Dumbledore was silent. He lowered his head and looked at Hoffa.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"I saw you in the Forbidden Forest that night and wondered why you weren't Gryffindor. It seems that Ravenclaw is indeed more suitable for you."

Hoffa didn't know what he meant, so he could only keep his mouth closed.

Dumbledore: "You don't need to worry about the faculty. I came to see you today as an ordinary teacher. Hoffa, do you remember what I said in the first class?"

Hoffa remained silent.

Dumbledore: "Be cautious, Hoffa. Overdrawing magic is not an act of a clever wizard. Forcibly using magic beyond the power range is a very, very dangerous thing."

Hoffa sighed, "I see, I will pay attention next time."

"Very good." Dumbledore stood up, his expression softening now.

"It's always hard for a person in the world. Sometimes, it's not a shame to rely on a friend appropriately, what do you think?" He looked at Aglaia and said, then pushed away. The door, left the ward.

Watching Dumbledore's back disappear in the doorway.

Hoffa didn't move for a while.

He was thinking and confused.

The arrow letter that Joey received must not have been written by anyone.

Who designed the trap against himself or Joey?

Who is the answer in Dumbledore's mouth?

After a while, Hoffa, clueless, fell weakly on the pillow, his mind a little confused.

He looked at the Scottish mountains outside the window.

There is a feeling in my heart that I can't tell.

No matter who designs the trap, he has always been too passive, passively adapting to the environment, and passively accepting fate.

Dumbledore saved himself this time, what about next time?

The unpredictable future made him confused, and the shadows potentially in the dark made him frightened.

Hoffa wanted to change something, urgently wanted to change, wanted to take more initiative to control his own destiny, he didn't want to go on like this.

He wanted to tear through the fog that was hiding in front of his eyes.

......

......

Soon, with the help of meditation, Hoffa's mental damage was healed. But Dr. Reiner insisted that a course of treatment was not over and he could not be discharged from the hospital.

At this point, he is no different from the later Madam Pomfrey.

Aglaia stayed in the hospital for several days, and these days, there was an endless stream of boys who came to see her. Some people even ran around and watched it several times in a row.

Send flowers, fruit, cards, chocolate frogs. The group of chocolate frogs piled up on the table, forming a small bag. Croak barking.

Even the transparent Ravenclaw with him was a little bit light, and he distributed a small bag of fruit. The reason he got the fruit was that Aglaia's table couldn't fit.

Sure enough, it is the world that looks at the face.

Joey is not so lucky, because he lives a solitary life, no one knows when he is sick. Hoffa only took part of the responsibility of looking after him. While taking care of him, Hoffa was worried about whether the magical creatures he raised would starve to death because they were left unattended.

The last day of Dr. Rainer's treatment.

When it was dark, Hoffa woke up from the bedside of the hospital.

The state cannot be better.

Aglaia is also in good condition. She is now ruddy and sleeping peacefully, except for a circle of gauze on her forehead.

But Joey's complexion was still blue and white, and the poisonous gas from the poison sac made him very sick. He has occasionally vomited blue-purple venom recently.

After Hoffa woke up, he poured a glass of water for Joey. If he did not take in a lot of water, the dehydration caused by vomiting would be fatal.

Looking at Joey, Hoffa was still afraid for a while, even though so many days had passed, the shadow of the unknown still loomed over him.

At eight o'clock in the breakfast, Aglaia woke up.

But seeing Hoffa sitting next to Joey's bed, she immediately turned sideways and pretended to be asleep again.

It didn't take long for her to pretend, when the school doctor Lena dangled his hand in the white coat. He performed routine checks and changed their dressings.

At this time, Aglaia couldn't pretend, so he could only sit up obediently and cooperate with Dr. Rainer to conduct an examination.

After the examination, the taciturn doctor gave the nurse a few words, then put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Soon, only two sober people, Hoffa and Aglea, remained in the room.

The air fell into an awkward silence, which was enough to make Freud frown.

Hoffa pretended to check Joey, but he had checked it several times and couldn't keep checking.

Aglaia looked at the scenery outside the window, motionless, like a marble sculpture.

Don't talk about Aglaia, the sky is pitiful, even Hoffa himself doesn't know how to deal with the relationship with the other party.

friend? opponent?

It seems neither.

Said it is a friend, he still finds it difficult to accept such an ego as his friend. Her character is too strong, she always wants to be the boss in everything, and she wants to be better than others in everything.

Saying it was an opponent, Hoffa thought it was better. If it is really the enemy, he will not be so angry when she "die". After experiencing life and death together, it's time to end the farce between them.

This paradoxical state between the two lasted for nearly ten minutes.

Only the clock in the room ticks, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...

Until Joey in the bed next door made a grunting cough, Hoffa and Aglaia both turned their heads and looked at them. After reading them, they turned their heads and stared at each other again.

"that......"

"I......"

The two opened and closed at the same time. Hoffa scratched his head, thinking that it was really bad, and the other was like a female mirror. In front of myself.

I don't want to face it but I have to face it.

Finally, Hoffa, who couldn't bear the awkward atmosphere, thought it was better to leave here.

However, he just sat up.

The door banged, causing the two of them to sit upright.

An old man in a blue robe strode in, with the back of his hands behind him, and his gray eyes were full of sullenness.

He is the dean of the Ravenclaw House.

It is also the person who can really decide the fate of Hoffa and Aglaia.

Adbe Gosak was obviously suppressing his anger, his brows furrowed. Staring firmly at the two people in front of the bed.

Hoffa felt this anger, but strangely, this anger was not directed at him.

Facing the dean, even the rebellious Aglaia honestly bowed his head and said nothing.

"It was just a business trip, and this kind of thing happened." Gorshak narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "As for why the two junior students appeared in the forbidden forest, I hope you two can give me a reasonable explanation of."

Hoffa glanced at Aglaia.

Although I have experienced so much in the Forbidden Forest, the cause is simple.

He wants to refine potions for restoring magic power.

"We..." Hoffa wanted to speak.

Gorschak glanced at Hoffa indifferently: "Wait a minute, Bach, I want to hear her first."

Hoffa shut up, his dean had never played a card according to the routine.

Aglaia glanced at Hoffa and coughed.

"Uh...Yes, it was Mr. Administrator who came to me. He said he needed someone who understands magical beasts to do him a favor. That's why he took me to the Forbidden Forest."

"What about him? Why did he appear there." Gorshak asked again.

"He... uh, he... he was taking care of the horses at the hunting grounds guard, and I don't know how to ride a horse, so..."

She doesn't seem to be good at lying, and she stammers a little bit unable to make up.

Depressing silence.

"Is it just that?" Goshak's gaze turned to Hoffa.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"Yes."

Gorshak glanced indifferently at Joey, who was still in a coma, and then strode out without saying a word.

boom!

He closed the door.

Hoffa and Aglaia breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and they looked at each other. Both saw a touch of tolerance in each other's eyes.

"The real murderer..."

Aglaia puffed her cheeks, her eyes drifting back and forth between Hoffa and her fingers.

A hint of worry arose in Hoffa's heart.

This worry is about Joey.

Although he is also a faculty member, Goshak's status is obviously much higher than that of Joey. He didn't know how the other party would treat Joey. Seeing Gorshak's appearance, he was very dissatisfied with this matter.

After sitting for a while, Hoffa rolled over and got out of bed, nodded to Aglaia and said politely: "Then you have a good rest, I will see you again when I have time."

It is true that he hasn't looked at each other to displeasing, but he and Aglaia can become close friends. Like Harry and Hermione, Hoffa felt that it would be too difficult to accept for a while.

Aglaia waited for a long time for this reply, his expression was a little disappointed. Seeing Hoffa got up to leave, her eyes rolled.

"Wait...wait a minute."

Hoffa turned his head: "What's the matter?"

"Uh..." Aglaia seemed to forget what she wanted to ask. She thought for a while before saying:

"How did you learn those magics? That's all about the spells that hang people upside down, and the deep invisible spells...?"

"Half-Blood Prince."

Hoffa said without hesitation. "I learned it from a man called the Half-Blood Prince."

He passed all the responsibility to the future Snape.

That's not wrong, except for the ghost walk, the fuchsia is indeed the creation of Severus Snape.

"Ah...oh."

Aglaia answered absent-mindedly.

Hoffa opened the door and went out.

It took a while for Aglaia to react. She turned her head to look at the empty door, and then lay on the hospital bed with a big letter, looking at the ceiling and muttering:

"There is no prince among wizards."